Ixnay On the Ottenray
Mood:  silly
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I know you will find this hard to believe (NOT!) but I suffer from a severe disorder....self-censorship or my complete lack of it.

I have always had problems with bowderlization AKA self editing. As in, I have no idea how to do that. Basically, stuff comes out of my mouth faster than my brain can process it and by the time I think “OH SHIT!”, it’s out there and I can’t take it back.

It’s always been this way. In college, me, Susabella, Deb and Susabella’s part-Asian-but didn't-really-look-it roommate went to Momma’s for dinner and I started going on and on about Asian Architects! I actually stopped in mid-sentence and did an about face, trying desperately to save the situation, going on and on about how the Asian architects did the best remodel on my folk’s home that, according to Deb, I only needed a nudge instead of a full on under the table kick. Susabella, predictabley made one of her trademark "Oh my God I can't believe you just said that!" roll the eyes looks. The part-Asian-but didn't-really-look-it roommate caught it but was tres amused (snaps to her for knowing I was just blathering and meant no harm)! I was mortified afterwards!

I just have never grown out of either. I was talking to our controller and I said"Oh my God! You'll never guess what I saw yesterday! You know that homeless gal, who looks like you would if you were a homeless crackhead? Well, she was sifting through the ashtray for cigarette butts! Can you believe that?!" Suddenly, I realized what I had said and was like "Oh shit--I really have a way with words don't I?!" and she replied "The scarier thing is I know exactly who you're talking about."

Deb knows that I have this issue AKA complete lack of control with mouth suppression and yet, still loves me. Surprising, lest we forget that I punched out Deb’s step father at her wedding...He did deserve it though (even Deb will back that up!)!

So in this vein, one never knows, including me, what might pop out of my mouth at any given time. The not so new guy completely rolls with it and it’s one of the things I adore about him.

Perfect example? The other day, I blurted out that if I had a secret Nijna power, I would want it to be flaming bags of poo. He didn’t even flinch. He just laughed. I asked him what his secret Ninja power would be and he replied “A sword of some kind…” I asked “The skin sword?” and he replied “Naw, the skin sword is just too unreliable....unless you're fighting naked cheerleaders....

Now that’s what I’m talking about—roll with the punches!